The Innocents

From behind the page their cries
muffled by millennia
seep through

Where, we ask, is God?
There swaddled tight
smuggled out into the wilderness

What good, we ask, is a God
who bleeds when the sword
lays open a mother’s heart?

What use dreams
against the pre-dawn invasion
of the fever-soaked tyranny of grief?

But the child is calling
again from behind the page
which turns and turns

searching not for the God-with-us
but like a lost and wailing lamb
for a way to make peace with God

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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